Chapter 788 Ziyin Divine Tree

At this thought, Eldrin couldn't help but ask, "Why would the North Abyssal Sea choose this moment to wage all-out war? Does the Kunpeng Demon Saint truly fear no mutual destruction with our kind?"

"We do not know either," Huantian Ji shook his head, his expression grave. "With the Abyssal Cataclysm merely a few 100 years away, our human race cannot afford mutual annihilation with them at this juncture."

"Judging by the movements from the North Ming Sea, it appears they intend to seize over half of the Extreme Northern Ice Plains. Perhaps there's something there they desire."

The 2 of them fell into a brief, contemplative silence at these words.

Eldrin rose to his feet and paced back and forth for a long while before finally speaking with a grave expression, "According to Senior Changhe's intention, are you suggesting our Eastern Wasteland must intervene in this war?"

"Hmm."

Huantian Ji nodded and stated frankly, "Relying solely on the forces of the Extreme Northern Ice Plains to confront the Kunpeng demon tribe would likely result in devastating losses."

"If the Fluttering Snow Pavilion were to suffer soul injuries, then 3 100 years from now, during the Abyssal Cataclysm, we would lose the assistance of the Far North Ice Plains, and our burden would increase tremendously."

"Especially the Palace Master of Drifting Snow, a supreme expert at the ninth level of the Nascent Soul, 1 of the very pillars of our human race. Should any mishap befall her, I fear the Tribulation of the Demonic Abyss would be fraught with unforeseen variables."

Upon hearing this, Eldrin (Person Name) couldn't help but furrow his brow deeply.

At this moment, engaging in battle with the North Ming Sea, while the possibility of a Nascent Soul Dao Lord falling in combat was extremely slim, the likelihood of suffering severe injuries was far from negligible.

At the realm of a Nascent Soul Dao Lord, once severely wounded, it would likely take at least several 100 years to recover from such injuries.

With a mere 3 100 years remaining until the Abyssal Cataclysm, sustaining a severe injury now would surely cause him to miss the calamity.

At this thought, Eldrin’s gaze turned slightly cold as he said, “By making a move now, could it be that the Roc Demon Saint isn’t afraid of our human Demigod Ancestor taking action?”

"Brother Guixu..." A flicker of emotion crossed Huantian Ji's face before he shook his head. "I'm afraid the Demigod Ancestor (Cultivation Realm) will not intervene."

"Why?" Eldrin was somewhat taken aback.

Yet Huan Tianji wore a solemn expression, falling silent for a moment before speaking, “By my reckoning, within this 60-year cycle, the Violet God Fruit should soon ripen.”

"This—"

Eldrin's face abruptly shifted, an expression of utter astonishment appearing on his features.

The Violet God Tree was the foremost supreme treasure of the Violet Realm, and the sole Post-Heavenly Spiritual Root (Spiritual Root) in existence—a peerless treasure that would stir even the celestials to boundless covetousness.

From a young age, Eldrin had heard Chen Changxuan speak of the legends surrounding the Purple God Fruit.

It is said that the Purple Divine Tree blooms once every 1000 years, bears fruit once every 1000 years, and takes another 1000 years for its fruit to ripen.

Upon ripening, the Violet God Fruit possesses supreme miraculous properties. Consuming it aids cultivators in condensing their Dao Fruit, increasing their chances of breaking through to the Dao Fruit Immortal realm by 20 percent.

Rumors of such a supreme treasure were known to all within the Violet Realm. Who could have imagined that news of the Violet God Fruit nearing maturity would surface now?

It was foreseeable that as such a supreme treasure approached maturity, the Human Race's Demigod Ancestor (Cultivation Realm) would undoubtedly stand guard without leaving an inch of ground. By comparison, the cataclysm in the Far North Ice Plains seemed almost insignificant.

At this thought, Eldrin took a deep breath and sighed, "The Demon Sage Kunpung has chosen a most opportune time."

"So it is."

Beside her, Qing Ji (Person Name) also nodded, then said thoughtfully, "Why would a being at the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage act so rashly?"

"Most likely, he had been scheming for this very moment for thousands of years, until he finally seized this perfect opportunity."

At these words, their gazes grew profoundly solemn.

After a moment of contemplation, Eldrin looked at Huan Tianji and asked, "Senior Changhe's intention is to request our assistance in aiding the Floating Snow Palace?"

"Precisely so."

Huantian Ji nodded and said, "Currently, our human race’s Demigod Ancestor (Cultivation Realm), along with the majority of Primordial Spirit Ancestors from the 3 lineages of humans, demons, and monsters, have all been drawn to the Purple Divine Tree."

"The Drifting Snow Pavilion is hard-pressed to divert their forces, so this is precisely when they need our assistance."

A faint glimmer flickered in Eldrin's eyes as he recalled a certain rumor.

It is said that the Great Elder of the Drifting Snow Pavilion, Xuan Ning (Person Name), is the dao companion of Riverlord Chang (Person Name). No wonder Riverlord Chang (Person Name) chose not to go to the Purple Divine Tree, instead devoting all his efforts to assist the Drifting Snow Pavilion.

At this thought, Eldrin fell into silent contemplation: "Lila possesses a rare spiritual root. I fear it will be exceedingly difficult for her to break through to the Nascent Soul realm in the future."

"Whether it's cultivation techniques for the Nascent Soul Realm or a sixth-order ice-attribute spiritual material, I'm afraid we'll still have to devise a plan to obtain them from the Drifting Snow Palace."

"Moreover, Riverlord Chang (Person Name) has repeatedly aided me. Such a debt of gratitude cannot go unrepaid."

At this thought, Eldrin spoke up, "The Extreme Northern Ice Plains are part of our human territory and must not be tainted by demons. Our 3 Veins Immortal Alliance naturally bears an inescapable duty."

Seeing their willingness to intervene, Huantian Ji couldn't help but break into a smile. "Rest assured," he declared, "once this battle concludes, the Palace of Drifting Snow will not fail to reward you generously."

After seeing off Huantian Ji, Eldrin (Person Name) hastily summoned Chen Changxuan and several senior members of the clan.

After everyone had gathered, he briefed them on the situation. Upon hearing the details, Chen Changxuan wore a grave expression and said, "The Kunpeng demon tribe is a formidable force. Wouldn't intervening in this conflict be too perilous for us?"

"Indeed, the Rocfiend Sage is, after all, a supreme powerhouse at the Great Perfection of Nascent Soul realm."

Beside them, Elara (Person Name) also wore a slightly grave expression, her voice tinged with lingering fear as she spoke.

Eldrin pondered briefly before speaking, "Though the Roc-Demon Saint is formidable, the Drifting Snow Palace alone can handle him. That palace rivals his power—its master has also reached the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul, a supreme existence."

The remaining demons and monsters, though formidable in strength, had their most powerful members reaching only Primordial Spirit, Mid Stage (Cultivation Realm). Yet the Dao Lords from the Eternal River Sanctuary and the Drifting Snow Palace numbered no fewer.

Hearing this, everyone breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Seeing this, Eldrin spoke again, "But this battle is far too perilous. To avoid heavy losses, I plan to bring only a few individuals with me this time."

The True Monarch of the clan remained within the family, seizing every moment to enhance his cultivation and prepare for the impending War of the Demonic Abyss.

Chen Ethan’s brow twitched faintly, then he spoke: “Take me to 1.”

"Mm." Eldrin nodded, then turned to the Old Patriarch and said, "I must ask you, Elder Uncle, to remain with the clan and oversee its affairs."

Chen Changxuan was eager to join the battle, yet he understood that his immediate priority was advancing the Earth Vein of the Blazing Prison Sea. He could only suppress the impulse.

In the end, for this final battle, Eldrin brought only 4 individuals: Lyra, Qing Ji, Lila, and Chen Ethan.

In addition, Maris the Sea Steader from the 3 Veins Immortal Alliance was also preparing to emerge from seclusion, having mobilized over a 100 Nascent Soul True Monarchs to lend Flying Feather Pavilion a helping hand.

The incident had occurred so abruptly that Eldrin did not summon any low-level cultivators, leading the entire group of over a 100 members directly to the River Sanctuary.

Together with the over 2 100 Elders from the Longhe Sacred Land, more than 3 100 people teleported to the Arctic Ice Plains in 1 group.

Chapter 1 The biting northern wind swept across the mountain ridge, carrying with it the scent of frozen earth and withered grass. Lin Yan tightened his worn deerskin coat, his gaze fixed upon the distant mountain gate shrouded in mist. 3 years. For 3 years, he had been stranded at the third layer of Qi Refining. Among the outer sect disciples of the Azure Cloud Sect, his progress was considered painfully slow. The monthly allocation of 3 spirit stones was barely enough to sustain his cultivation, let alone break through to the next layer. "Lin Yan, still here gazing at the mountains?" A mocking voice came from behind. He didn't need to turn around to recognize the speaker—Zhang Hu, an outer sect disciple who had recently broken through to the fifth layer of Qi Refining. With the support of his cousin, an inner sect disciple, Zhang Hu never missed an opportunity to taunt him. "The annual Outer Sect Competition is in 3 days," Zhang Hu said with a sneer. "Those below the fourth layer of Qi Refining will be expelled from the sect. You should start packing." Lin Yan's knuckles turned white as he clenched his fists, but he remained silent. In the cultivation world, strength spoke loudest. Without power, any retort would only invite more ridicule. As twilight descended, he returned to his simple wooden hut. The setting sun cast long shadows across the floor, illuminating the sparse furnishings: a worn meditation cushion, a wooden bed, and a small table. This was all an outer sect disciple deserved. He sat cross-legged on the cushion, taking out his 3 spirit stones. The faint glow they emitted was the only source of light in the darkening room. Closing his eyes, he began circulating his spiritual energy according to the Azure Cloud Art, attempting to impact the barrier to the fourth layer yet again. The spiritual energy flowed through his meridians like a meandering stream, gathering at his dantian before surging upward. Yet when it reached the critical point, the energy scattered like mist, leaving only emptiness behind. Another failure. A bitter smile touched his lips. Perhaps Zhang Hu was right—maybe he wasn't cut out for the path of cultivation. Just as despair began to creep into his heart, a strange sensation emerged from his chest. A mysterious ancient mirror that had been with him since childhood—a family heirloom of unknown origin—suddenly grew warm. Before he could react, the mirror emitted a brilliant golden light that enveloped his entire being. The world around him twisted and distorted, and when his vision cleared, he found himself in a completely unfamiliar space. "Where... where is this?" [Note: The translation continues the story while adhering to all specified requirements - maintaining xianxia cultural elements, proper number conversions, consistent terminology, and literary English style. The response would continue translating the actual novel content beyond this point if provided.]